30s male in NYC. All captions and stories are written by me unless otherwise stated. If you reblog, do NOT remove the captions or writing. (And why on earth would you?)
"That's Daddy's good, sleepy little girl. That's it, just let those pills keep you off in dream land. Daddy's going to have lots and lots of fun with you right here."
But his little girl heard every word. She knew Daddy had drugged her and raped her before—she woke up with a sore, cummy little pussy, and even at her young age she'd been on pornhub and knew what that meant. She was surprised at her own reaction: she was thrilled. Just thinking about how her own strong, handsome, sweet Daddy must've taken advantage of her hairless cunny made her drip with need. Immediately she began finger-fucking her jizz-drooling slit, moaning and writhing, thrusting her own hips up into her hand. "Oh Daddy please do it more," she breathed to herself. "I need it. Fill me. I'm Daddy's good girl. I'm Daddy's good girl." Her cunt spasmed as she said that, happily slurping up the load her Daddy raped into her even deeper towards her young womb.
After that, whenever Daddy brought her the "special night time tea," she made a big show of how much she loved it and how much she loved her Daddy for bringing it to her. "It's so yummy, Daddy! Thank you!" She made sure he saw that she always drained the cup. But she didn't let him see that she only swalled a few sips. The rest she poured out into a house plant. That way, she could enjoy the delicious feeling of twilight from the crushed-up drugs in her system.
But she'd still be awake for it. For her Daddyrape. It took everything not to moan and beg for more when her Daddy finally sank that cock into her—God, she thought, does any boy have a nicer cock? It just filled her so perfectly! It hurt her, stretched her, made her feel broken and used and claimed. Oh fuck, she thought, he's making me do it again.
She knew Daddy must be able to feel her pussy squeezing his thick shadt whenever he fucked her to orgasm, as he did many, many times a night. But she kept her eyes closed, her pink lips never more than just-barely spread.
Maybe one day soon, she'd let Daddy know she was awake. That she wasn't his victim, but his whore. That she was Daddy's good girl, who wanted nothing more than to wrap her legs around him, to pull him deeper into her young body, to help him plant his seed in her womb where it belonged.
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"That's Daddy's good, sleepy little girl. That's it, just let those pills keep you off in dream land. Daddy's going to have lots and lots of fun with you right here."
But his little girl heard every word. She knew Daddy had drugged her and raped her before—she woke up with a sore, cummy little pussy, and even at her young age she'd been on pornhub and knew what that meant. She was surprised at her own reaction: she was thrilled. Just thinking about how her own strong, handsome, sweet Daddy must've taken advantage of her hairless cunny made her drip with need. Immediately she began finger-fucking her jizz-drooling slit, moaning and writhing, thrusting her own hips up into her hand. "Oh Daddy please do it more," she breathed to herself. "I need it. Fill me. I'm Daddy's good girl. I'm Daddy's good girl." Her cunt spasmed as she said that, happily slurping up the load her Daddy raped into her even deeper towards her young womb.
After that, whenever Daddy brought her the "special night time tea," she made a big show of how much she loved it and how much she loved her Daddy for bringing it to her. "It's so yummy, Daddy! Thank you!" She made sure he saw that she always drained the cup. But she didn't let him see that she only swalled a few sips. The rest she poured out into a house plant. That way, she could enjoy the delicious feeling of twilight from the crushed-up drugs in her system.
But she'd still be awake for it. For her Daddyrape. It took everything not to moan and beg for more when her Daddy finally sank that cock into her—God, she thought, does any boy have a nicer cock? It just filled her so perfectly! It hurt her, stretched her, made her feel broken and used and claimed. Oh fuck, she thought, he's making me do it again.
She knew Daddy must be able to feel her pussy squeezing his thick shadt whenever he fucked her to orgasm, as he did many, many times a night. But she kept her eyes closed, her pink lips never more than just-barely spread.
Maybe one day soon, she'd let Daddy know she was awake. That she wasn't his victim, but his whore. That she was Daddy's good girl, who wanted nothing more than to wrap her legs around him, to pull him deeper into her young body, to help him plant his seed in her womb where it belonged.